Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

"Alright, you can all leave now. I have something to say to Zhang Mo alone."

Yan Shaozhe and Xian Lin'er were taken aback. What could be so important that only Zhang Mo could hear about it and that the two of them couldn't be allowed to listen in?

Although they both looked confused and puzzled, Elder Mu's words were like a sacred decree to them. Even if they didn't understand them, they had to obey immediately, since Elder Mu must have had his own reasons for doing things.

The two figures vanished from their spot in an instant, leaving only Zhang Mo and Elder Mu in the empty underground hall of the Sea God Pavilion.

Zhang Mo could even hear Elder Mu's heavy breathing.

Even a powerful figure like Elder Mu, when he gets old, cannot escape the erosion of time.

What's the use of cultivating high levels of soul power if one can't become a god? It will all be for nothing after a hundred years.

Old Master Mu's body swayed gently in the recliner, the wooden chair creaking loudly in the spacious hall. He spoke slowly, "Hmm...you must have some questions for me."

"Yes, I'm thinking about how to bring it up with you."

Zhang Mo maintained a humble attitude towards the highly respected and capable Elder Mu, with a slight business smile on his face.

"It's alright, go ahead and speak."

Seeing that Elder Mu had given such a clear answer, Zhang Mo voiced the confusion he had been feeling. In fact, this confusion had existed even before the start of the Soul Battle Tournament, or more precisely, when he was about to become the eighth member of the Shrek Seven Devils.

But time was too rushed at that time, and Professor Mu rarely sunbathed in the freshmen dormitory building; he was rarely seen.

If Professor Mu is not in front of the freshman dormitory building, he will not be able to find Professor Mu.

He frowned slightly and said, "Elder Mu, I want to ask you, why me?"

"To be more specific, why should I become the eighth member of the Shrek Seven Devils? Why do you allow me to do whatever I want at the academy?"

"Why do you seem to support me no matter what I do? We first met after the Masters Cup, but your attitude towards me was like..."

"It's as if I can bring about some kind of change; theoretically, I shouldn't deserve to be treated like this."

"Almost no one knows about my martial soul mutation. Before coming to the academy, I was just a newly established master."

"So I want to ask you, why me?"

Zhang Mo voiced his deepest question in one breath.

After listening, Elder Mu nodded repeatedly, and after a moment of contemplation, he slowly said, "You are indeed extraordinary and very perceptive."

"Before answering that question, I must first pose another one: What is your view of God?"

"god?"

When Elder Mu posed this question, a glint of light flashed in his cloudy eyes as he looked at Zhang Mo.

This glance sent a chill down Zhang Mo's spine, making him feel as if he were being pricked by needles!

There's no way around it; this word might mean nothing to an ordinary person, but coming from Elder Mu, it carries a different meaning. He is the strongest person in the world today, and every word he utters must have a hidden meaning.

Zhang Mo felt a chill run down his spine, but he still bravely and calmly stated his opinion: "God should be the final focus of a Soul Master's cultivation."

"Ten thousand years ago, after Tang San's ancestor became a god, no one has been heard of becoming a god in the Douluo Continent for ten thousand years. Therefore, Soul Masters are skeptical about the concept of gods, after all, even those who cultivate to the level of Title Douluo are extremely rare, let alone those who cultivate to become gods."

"But it is said that Tang San's ancestors were able to cultivate into gods through divine trials in their early years."

Zhang Mo spoke of the common people's and Soul Masters' understanding of gods in this world. After all, ten thousand years had passed since Tang San's era, and the natives had long forgotten the truth about becoming gods. The current story of Tang San and the Spirit Hall was probably more like a myth or legend.

After nodding, Elder Mu said, "It seems you only have a superficial understanding of the concept of gods, which is normal. Many people on this continent believe that becoming a god is already a legend, including Tang San's ancestor. After all, countless brilliant talents have emerged in these ten thousand years, but in the end, they all turned into a handful of dust."

"But in Shrek Academy, at Seagod Lake, Seagod Island, and Seagod Pavilion, we are constantly reminding ourselves that the Seagod once existed, and that Tang San is a real person, not a figment of imagination, not a fictional character created from a myth."

"Gods truly exist; this is no secret in the Sea God Pavilion. And there are two ways to become a god." Elder Mu held up two fingers.

"One way is to be like Tang San's ancestor, who was favored by the gods and received divine trials. Only by passing the divine trials and having a hundred levels of soul power can one become a god."

"Secondly, when one has ninety-nine soul power, one can collect a massive amount of faith power to comprehend and create a law of power, and condense one's own divine position to ascend to godhood."

When Elder Mu brought up these topics, he didn't abruptly veer towards Zhang Mo, which made Zhang Mo feel slightly relieved. Then, displaying his signature Oscar-worthy acting skills, he asked knowingly, "So, Elder Mu, can you... become a god?"

Old Mu chuckled softly, causing his beard to tremble. He shook his head again and said, "That's what I'm going to talk about next."

"Since I became a Title Douluo, I have traversed every corner of this continent and even the Sun Moon Empire, but I have never been able to find any remnants of the divine trials from the era of Tang San's ancestor. And I have yet to receive the blessing of the divine realm. Now I am old and frail. I guess I have little chance of becoming a god."

"Now I'll answer your question about why I found you."

When Zhang Mo heard that the topic had finally come back after going around in circles, he quickly focused his attention and listened carefully.

"About three years ago, I was at the academy when I suddenly heard the voice of God."

"The voice of God?!" Zhang Mo exclaimed in shock.

Zhang Mo realized that he had almost lost his composure due to shock and nearly blurted out the words "How is that possible?" He quickly composed himself to avoid making a serious mistake.

His mind was racing. The Voice of God? How could such a thing exist? He'd never heard of it before. Three years ago… probably even before he transmigrated here.

Elder Mu did not show any particularly strong reaction. He felt that Zhang Mo's reaction was normal. At this moment, any titled Douluo would have reacted exactly the same as Zhang Mo when they heard the words "Voice of God," or even more so.

Elder Mu continued, "My reaction was similar to yours; I was shocked too. I wondered, at my age, would the divine realm really guide me?"